Isabella was searching for Isaac. He was nowhere to be seen. She thought of looking outside. He must have gone out for fresh air. She walked toward the door to the poolside.
She never knew that what she would see would change everything for her. On one of the arm chairs, she saw Alex. Her legs were parted and she saw someone come around.
She recognized the tattoo on the nape of the neck. She knew who it was. She froze right there. Alex was moaning. Isaac was on top of her. Pushing in and out. Isabella turned around and ran and then she heard a crash…
Isabella opened her eyes. It was Cassie. She had bounced on her bed, probably drunk. Then within five minutes Isabella heard her snoring. Isabella sat up in her bed. She threw a glance over at her alarm clock. It flashed 1:00 AM. It was the middle of the night, but Isabella was wide awake.
She could see that it was now raining heavily outside. Thunder crashed and it was like the lightning was falling right on her heart. She had been having the same dream about Isaac again and again.
Isaac had broken her trust. He was the first person who showed her what life really was about. It was not a fairy tale. He was now only a nightmare to her. He cheated on her with some other girl. And now, once again, she was going through the same thing.
Elijah is no different, she thought and closed her eyes.
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Chapter 8
Isabella struggled to open her eyes. Her eyes were felt as if they're weight down by lead. She did not remember when she fell asleep. Her head was throbbing with pain and she thought of getting out of bed to carry on with the day.
It was Isabella’s habit to sleep a lot whenever she was depressed. And she was depressed, very depressed. She thought of sleeping as an escape from the reality. It took every fiber of being to not go to sleep again. She wanted to, but she dragged herself out of bed. She had to go to class, but she could not even stand up properly without tripping. Her head was spinning.
Isabella stood up and went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She felt relief as the water made its way to her stomach. She closed her eyes and heard her inner voice say, "Come on Isabella! You are better than that. You can’t ruin your day for someone who cheated on you."
She opened her eyes and decided to carry on with her day as normal. She glanced at the clock and it was 9 AM. Her eyes widened. She had to submit her assignment and it was already 9 AM! She forgot everything that was on her mind and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. As the warm water hit her body, she closed her eyes and sighed. Who would have thought that coming to New York would change so many things? She recalled all the events that had happened since she moved here. She smiled as she remembered the conversation she had with Elijah on the plane.
“I do not like when I see a girl crying. I apologize. My actions must have surprised you.”
Isabella cringed when she remembered what he said. Now Elijah was the reason for her tears. A simple thought crossed her mind, It would’ve been so much better if we had never met again.
Deciding not to listen to her thoughts anymore, she decided to focus on the shower, and she opened her eyes. She got out, dried her hair, and took out a loose pink top and jeans. As she walked out of the bathroom, she glanced at Cassie, who was sleeping with her mouth open. Isabella lets out a giggle and thought to herself, I hope she stays the same. So carefree.
She smiled and carried on with her work.
“Good morning, beautiful!” Cassie said between her yawns.
Isabella turned. Cassie was now sitting on her bed. She was stretching her arms and yawning endlessly.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Isabella replied and turned to face the mirror. She brushed her hair and pulled it in a loose pony.
“Did you sleep well?” Cassie asked falling back on her bed.
“No, not so well, but it’s okay. I’ll sleep when I come back. How about you?” Isabella said and paced around the room to gather all the stuff she needed.
“Yes, I slept like a baby,” Cassie squealed and jumped out of the bed.
“Don’t you have a class today? It’s getting late,” Isabella said facing her.
“I only have one class at 11 AM,” she said, happily.
“Okay. I’m heading out. Bye!” Isabella rushed out without waiting for Cassie’s reply.
As soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw Elijah standing in front of her dorm. He was wearing a white shirt with black jeans and was leaning on his car.
Isabella decided to ignore him and she walked away. Elijah grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. She tried to push him away but Elijah was too strong for her. Elijah pinned her to his car and trapped her by putting both of his hands on either side of Isabella’s shoulder. Her canvas and bag were now on the ground. She stopped struggling when she realized she could never push him away. She folded her arms on her chest and completely ignored the piercing gaze of Elijah.
“Why are you not answering my calls and messages?” he said with low voice.
“I thought I might disturb you and that bitch,” Isabella snapped at him.
“Clear my way, I’m late,” she added with a harsh voice.
“Isabella don’t behave like a child. We’re grownups. Let’s discuss this.” Elijah’s voice became soft. He was clearly afraid of losing her.
“You should have thought about that when you saw me run away,” Isabella said and tried to push him away again.
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Chapter 9
“Isabella?” Elijah took her name gently.
She gave him an angry and upset look.
“I am sorry?” He said with a very guilty look and in a sheepish voice.
Isabella did not answer. She kept quiet instead and looked away from his face. She did not know what to say. All of a sudden, every single pain from her past flashed before her eyes. A lonely tear streamed down her face. She wiped it using the back of her hand. Elijah was looking at her continuously while she did this.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I 'm fine,” she said in a second.
An uncomfortable silence filled the space between them. Elijah was looking at her. He was thinking of ways to convince Isabella to listen to his excuse. He moved one of his hands and gently touched her cheek in an effort for her to look at him. Isabella abruptly looked the other way, avoiding his touch. She wiped another tear that had made its way out.
“Elijah, please,” she said somewhat sternly
Elijah pulled back his arms, freeing her. “What we have is real, Isabella.”
Isabella looked at him. He stepped back. “I deserve at least one chance to explain myself.”
Isabella’s expression softened. She instantly regretted her rude behavior. She only saw them from a distance, maybe something else was going on in there. She looked at him and noticed that his expression was hurt.
“I can explain,” he said in a low voice.
“It’s getting late Elijah. I have not been concentrating on my studies because of our complicated relationship,” she said in a soft voice.
“I have a deadline to meet. I have to submit this before 10:30 AM,” she said pointing at the wrapped canvas.
Elijah’s lips were pressed into a hard line. He nodded and did not say anything.
“I will stop by your house once I’m done with this and we can talk,” she said while touching his face softly.
Elijah closed his eyes as soon as Isabella’s hands came in contact with his skin. He let out a sigh and smiled weakly at her. “Okay. I’ll wait for you,” he said.
Elijah picked up her stuff up off the floor and handed them to Isabella.
“Can I give you a ride?” Elijah asked her.
“I’ll manage. I need to be alone,” she said and turned to walk away.
“Take care,” Elijah said with a worried voice.
“Take care.”
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Chapter 10
“324 words.”
Isabella was done with her work at her college, and she was now standing in front of the building where Elijah lived. She leaned her head back to look at the top of the building.
“Wow,” she whispered to herself and stared at the twenty-story building in front of her. The building was grey with big blue windows on every floor. Isabella was in awe. She came back from her thoughts and glanced at her watch. It was half an hour to 4. She sighed and with her heart racing, she gathered the courage and walked in. She entered the atrium of the building and saw that the building was a very luxurious one. She stepped into the elevator, which was empty except for the attendant.
“Which floor ma’am?” the attendant asked.
“18th,” Isabella answered. Elijah lived on the 18th floor. Isabella always wanted a unit on one of the higher floors. She had lived in a one-unit bungalow back home. She loved heights. One of her aunts lived on the 15th story in Washington. She always loved it there. The city seemed so perfect from the top. It was like all the troubles of life were far down there. Out of reach. Untouchable. So far below, that if you fall you would die.
“Ma’am your floor,” said the attendant, breaking her chain of thoughts.
“Huh, yeah, thank you.”
She stepped out of the elevator and saw that she stood right in the middle of a long corridor which stretched from left to right. She had to be at 1808. There were many doors that lead to different apartments. She got out of the elevator and turned to the right. 1814, 1815, 1816… She realized she was going to the opposite side. The numbers kept increasing. She turned around and walked the other way. Her heart was now pounding hard against her chest. Finally, she landed herself in front of the door of apartment number 1808. Elijah’s place. She rang the bell. Elijah opened the door in an instant. It was as if he were waiting for her at the door.
Elijah’s face brightened up as soon as he saw Isabella’s face.
“Thank God you are here!” he flashed his charming smile. How can someone be so handsome? Isabella thought.
He ushered her in and closed the door behind her. She noticed the apartment. It seemed to be luxurious and classy. It had a typical bachelor look to her, but it was stylish. There were two high-backed leather sofas in the corner with a coffee table between them. The lounge was connected to an open kitchen in which she noticed was a mini bar, too. On one side there was a grand piano. The lounge had a whole glass wall that opened onto a beautiful terrace which overlooked the city. WOW! It was breath-taking. The apartment suited Elijah’s personality. She could not help but stand in awe of what she was seeing. Elijah continuously stared at her without moving an inch.
“Isabella, I’m glad you came.”
“I know Elijah. But I 'm not here to spend time with you.”
Elijah seemed heartbroken at this, guilt taking over his face.
“You know why I am here Elijah.”
“I do.”
“I want to know the truth.”
Elijah just shook his head in a nod.
“Do you want to have something?”
Isabella shook her head in denial.
“A drink at least? Please?”
“Okay.”
Elijah went over to the other side of the mini bar. He took out two wine glasses and poured some wine into both. He asked Isabella to sit on one of the bar stools. She sat there and he pushed the drink forward. Isabella took a sip. It was chardonnay and tasted like heaven. God! He also has a refined taste in wine, Isabella marveled.
As if reading her thoughts, Elijah said, “You like it, don’t you?”
“Yeah, it tastes good. I’ve never had a Chardonnay better than this one.”
“I love collecting classics,” he said smiling at her.
She frowned. Elijah then took her hand in his.
“Isabella, I want you to know something about me.”
“Go on, Elijah. I am listening.”
“Everyone has secrets, including me. It’s just that my reality is much more different than other people’s. All this that you see around us is not something that has been passed on to me by some family inheritance. I was born a commoner. All this you see is because of the job I do.”
“What do you do, Elijah?” Isabella asked amazed.
“I am an escort, Isabella.”
Hearing this, Isabella suddenly got up. She did not know how to react. How can it be true?
She darted towards the door. Elijah plunged forward in front of her. He stopped her and held her by her arm.
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Chapter 11
"Don't stop me, Elijah. There is no way we can be together," Isabella said between tears.
"Please try to understand. Don't leave me like this. Just hear me out please."
"I'm listening," She replied with an indifferent attitude.
"Isabella, please. Don't be like this. You're the only person I have felt anything for a very long time. Please, listen to me."
"I'm listening Elijah!" she said in a louder voice.
Elijah was hurt. He wanted to explain, but he had a strange feeling that he might lose her. He didn't say anything and stared into her eyes. He held her hand firmly and dragged her to his bedroom.
"Elijah don't do this! Please stop," she said while trying to free her hands from his firm grip.
"You'll get your answer once I'm done with you, Isabella. Here is the decent bed you wanted," he said with a dark expression.
Isabella was turned on by his aggressive behavior.
He pushed her onto the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I can't bear the thought of you being touched by someone else, Isabella. I will make you mine today."
"Yes, Elijah, and neither can I bear the thought of you making love to someone else!" she cried and stood up and tried to push him back.
"I fuck them for money, Isabella!" Elijah grabbed her by the waist, held her by the back of her neck, holding her face inches away from his by his other hand and shouted. Isabella stopped struggling when she heard him. His voice carried so many emotions she thought: anger, pain, fear and love.
He was afraid to lose her. "I don't make love to them, Isabella. All of it is just for money." His voice became softer as he looked into her eyes.
He was holding her firmly. Elijah leaned in and kissed her. For the first time, his kiss was not aggressive. It was soft. He sucked on her lower lip slowly.
Isabella kissed him back. Her hands were on both of his shoulders and her body was leaning back. She could sense the hunger in his kiss. She gave in, wanting to experience it with him, even if she was unsure of their future together.
Elijah moved his tongue slightly on her lips as if he were asking for entrance.
Isabella opened her mouth to let him in. He thrust his tongue inside and one of his hands moved to the back of Isabella's dress and unzipped it.
Elijah broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
Isabella kept quiet and without breaking the eye contact, Isabella sat on the bed and crawled back. Elijah crawled on top of her and took off his shirt.
Elijah continued to undress Isabella, sliding her dress off.
"Please turn off the lights, Elijah," she said, not looking Elijah in the eye.
"No. I want to see you naked," he whispered and Isabella flushed.
After taking off the dress, Elijah stared at her body.
"How can someone be so perfect?", he thought.
He looked at her and saw her blushing. "Please don't be afraid of me, Isabella," he said softly.
Isabella looked at him and smiled. "I'm not."
He lay on top of her. Isabella could feel him hardening against her crotch. He held her hands on top of her with only one hand. He moved the other hand to her breast and pulled down her bra revealing the perfect pair of twins. His grip tightened and he started to grind his hardened cock on her crotch.
Isabella felt a sharp vibration in her lower parts. An unfa
miliar rush of pleasure made her moan his name. "Elijah," she whispered. "Please do it."
Her voice made him go mad. He tugged on her panties and slid them off as well. While kissing her, he rubbed her clitoris making her moan with pleasure. "You are so wet already," he said, breaking off the kiss.
Isabella blushed and looked away. He went down, leaving trails of kisses on her neck, her stomach, and between her thighs.
Isabella started breathing heavily. He brushed his tongue on her wet pussy, and Isabella moaned. He thrust one of his fingers inside of her. Isabella arched her back in pain and whimpered. It was painful but she liked it.
Elijah pushed another finger inside of her and Isabella grabbed the sheets tightly to endure the pain. "It's hurting," she said in a weak voice.
"Shh. It will go away," Elijah said and kissed her vagina. He was thrusting his fingers in a slow pace and the pain turned into pleasure in no time. Isabella was now moaning, "More," she said.
Elijah crawled back up to face her and removed his fingers.
Isabella opened her eyes to give him a questioning look, but she was scared as she saw Elijah's massive erection when he removed his pants.
Elijah noticed her expression and said, "I will make it hurt less. Promise." He said in an assuring voice.
"I trust you," she smiled.
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Chapter 12
The two of them lay in bed, perfectly curled up with each other. Isabella opened her eyes lazily. She would give anything to wake up to that view every morning. She could see Elijah lying beside her. His perfect body close to hers, hugging her. His muscles tightening her in a grip. He was sleeping soundly.
He looked like a Greek God. She could not help but smile while admiring his beauty. Perfect was the only word that could describe him. His long hair fell adorably on his forehead. She watched him take slow breaths. His strong, muscular chest heaved up and down.
She looked at him and recalled his expression when he filled her. He had promised not to hurt her, and he kept his promise. All she felt was pleasure and the little pain she did feel was worth the satisfaction he had given her. Isabella knew whatever he did to her was not a part of some job. It was because he was in love with her. She could feel it in his moves. Every touch, every word, every breath of his, made it clear that he was in love with her. She enjoyed the whole thing. Whatever he did to her, every bit of his touch only left her wanting more.
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